[color=92278f][h2]Griffin[/h2][/color]
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[/center][i]“Assuming it would not be too impolite of me to ask, would you tell me about… what you are?”[/i][/center]

In the hidden world of the supernatural this sentence was fairly common, so common in fact that much of the taboo had been stripped from them. So it was incredibly obvious that something wasn't exactly peaches and cream when his normally lax body visibly locked tight for half a second before continuing with its motions, turning to the next page of the hard to read book while searched his brain for an appropriate diversion. Mentally he was kicking himself fierce for letting his guard down, naturally people would be curious of the mysterious bandage man. [i]But of course/i] he had to get caught up in his new books instead of preparing himself, stupid Griffin.

The recovery was swift as Griffin took time to stretch out his back once more, putting together the last pieces of his brilliant diversion. Stiff muscles loosening, Griffin was just about sufficiently psyched up when a quiet voice caused him to jump slightly in his seat. He'd been so caught up thinking that he hadn't paid attention to the movements besides him, now finding himself caught between his roommate and some random woman. The pressure was on and Griffin was sent scrambling, his brain sent into overdrive.

"Uh... yeah, sure I can tell you some stuff." 

Griffin settled into a more casual posture, using his legs to push the chair back slightly as as he reached up to his glasses and taking them off, revealing a strip of nothing beneath. With a speed that could only be gained from familiarity Griffin reached back and pulled out a hidden tab that lead to him unraveling the entirety of his facial bandages.

"As some of you may know, I am an Eaten. S'more of a title than a uh... species. I don't really understand it myself, but from the stories say that, once upon a time, there was a group of ambitious Witches who called out to...Something. They wanted to take advantage of it's power and it gave it pretty willingly, all it asked in return was food. Witches thought "Hey, that's cool. We can do that" and went ahead and started feeding the thing. All was good for awhile but, as it turns out, incredibly powerful hunger monsters tend to refine their pallets as it were and found the offerings increasingly unsatisfying. So it ate them, flesh, bones, blood and magic. But the group of Witches pretty much saw this coming and made some contingency plans, using all their magic to stick around when everything else is gone. So they lived and lived happily ever after, had kids, spread that gene around, and fast forward a thousand years and you got people like me. Or so the story goes."

Pretty much everything Griffin said had been complete and utter bullshit, he knew full well what he was, how it happened, and that his assailant was most likely not a monster, but he'd made the mistake of telling the truth too early before. It always got him looks from people, sad ones, and he didn't care for that shit at all. So he learned how to lie about it. So sure, this wasn't a shining moment in that career, but none of them knew his tells and it's not like they could just look it up somewhere. At most he'd seem just as clueless as them, appearing as just another genetic rarity among a smorgasbord of genetic rarities. He had this.